Today

2 people told me I gained weight.

"Did you gain weight?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Yes, you did. Yeah. You were smaller last time."

"I was never small. I've always been big."

"No. You were small."

"I was NEVER small."

Like, hello? I've been living in this body for the past 19 years and you've only met me for 2 bloody minutes. I would know my body better, wouldn't you say?

And if I have gained weight, how come all my clothes still fit, huh?

As what Bridget Jones said: I will always be a little fat.

It's my genes. =.=

Still, I shall still have to try to lose weight for health reasons.


"This jacket looks a little tight on you."

"It doesn't belong to me. It's my mom's."

"Owh. So you're bigger than your mom huh?"

Owh, you pretentious blind, blind person. I pity you. The pot calling the kettle black. Honestly.

However, 2 people commented that I had nice nail colour. Purple.


=D.